Treasure Island

Alessandra Liverani

(Wollongong, Australia)

A Smoker's Life


Smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, cough
Smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, cough
Buy cigarettes, smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, cough
Smoke, smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, buy cigarettes, cough
Smoke, withdrawal, smoke, contract emphysema, cough
Buy cigarettes, smoke, withdrawal, breathing laboured, smoke
Withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, cough
Die

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

Submitted: Wednesday, September 28, 2005

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  • Jerry Hughes (9/30/2005 12:22:00 AM)

    Alessandra, dying isn't an option, living is. After 50 years of cigarettes, cigars and pipes, I went cold turkey 5 years ago. So I may see my octogenarian years after all? Cheers, Jerry (Report) Reply

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